It's not about me , but this poem goes out to all the women who are in an abusive relationships.
It Rained last night
and I swore I heard your voice against the pavement
Pit Pat on the concrete
I had to fight against the cold droppings of water
that touched my aching skin
Too blind to know which way to go.
I want to go home.
But home is what I'm running from
Ditching and dodging every street corner
Where I could remain invisible
visible to only myself and the sky.
Your asking Why?
hiding myself from the world
running from these issues
cant properly put myself to sleep at night
cause all you do is crawl yourself into my bed every night
and forcefully take what's right.
I didn't know that once you place this ring on my finger
You have every right to place your fingers in places they shouldn't linger.
you told me that I should be a singer
but all I do is sing myself to sleep when your drunken self
starts to act the f*ck up.
And your unconscious decided that I was a toy
and you could throw me around whenever the hell you wanted to.
What hurts me the most
is that I could remember a time
when you said you would
never touch me since
" i was too nice to play with "
" too precious to tamper with "
" too pretty to fuck with "
because you saw a goddess
a diamond in the rough
but once the demon of pure intoxication
kissed your tender lips
you became addicted
and i was already addicted to love we already created
Now don't get me wrong
I'm not crazy
but my vision's a little hazy
and its still raining
and i swear i could still hear you running behind me
and i cant take it anymore
pit pat on the concrete
the thoughts of pulling the trigger
on the man i love
never once crossed my mind until now.
Then everything went blank
Stop, breathe, pull
... I'm finally done
I'm finally free
your cold corpse hit the pavement
and the rain started to cease
... i can finally go home